Motherhood and its fashions...

I have fallen into the role of motherhood perhaps too well. I get dressed in the morning only if there is some where I must go. Aside from that, I only change my clothes (pajamas) if Ryan has spit up on them or it is time for my nightly bath. My hair may get brushed, but it is then swiftly put up into a clip or ponytail, as Ryan loves to pull my hair. And as it is shedding like no tomorrow, he ends up with a handfull of hair which I then must pry from his little fingers before it gets wrapped around so tightly it cuts off his circulation. I have truly contemplated cutting my hair off for this reason. My hair is EVERYWHERE! I change his diaper, and there it is, wrapped around his little penis. I now have to inspect closely everytime I put on a diaper to ensure I haven't shed into it. But I am afraid if I cut off my hair into a style I must actually fix, my predicament might be even worse. My personal appearance is no longer a concern to me. Poor Bill....he comes home and I am sure some days he must cringe at the sight of me. He truly must love me dearly. I am much too embarrassed to post a picture of myself. Betsy, I will try to be more like you. I will try not to go to the store looking like I do (though I have been known to do it). I just don't care. Anyone have a suggestion on a hairstyle that would appease both me and still let Bill have the stupid long hair that men seem to need? All that comes to mind is a mullet, and that just will not do.

Holidays

Well, it is that time of year where we get to split the holidays between families. That is always so hard. We want to go to each person's gathering, but time gets in the way. So it looks like we will spend Thanksgiving with Aunt Dian (mother-in-law's side) and Christmas at Mamaw's (father-in-law's side). I am glad that it works out that we get to visit both sides, but a little sad I won't be able to see any of my side of the family. We have spread out so far it's very hard to get all gathered. Plus the fact that I work weekends kind of puts a damper on things. But I am sure we will still have tons of fun. At least this year I won't be battling morning sickness and will actually get to enjoy the food!

We have signed all the paperwork for our land and now all we're waiting on is to officially close on the land. Rather excited, but scary at the same time. Here's a new bill that we will be responsible for. But, oh, the possibillities that I have been dreaming! In my mind we are very wealthy. I am sure when we meet with a contractor/architect my dreams will get downsized, but for now, there is nothing holding back my imagination.

Balding

My poor little man can't seem to grow any hair. And then what little he has, he has managed to rub off in the back. I am seriously considering cutting off that tiny portion in the back, but Bill won't let me. So we continue to hope that someday he will grow hair...

Well, I am up at an ungodly hour due to the fact that I should be at work right now. I am 'on call', which mean that the hospital can call me at any time from 7pm to 7am and I have to go in within 30 minutes. I HATE call. But at least my house is getting clean in the process. It is rather difficult to truly get into cleaning when I have Ryan. It seems I will get half the floor mopped, and then he is done playing with whatever he is playing with and wants only me. So I wait to do major cleaning after he is in bed or taking a good nap, but then I run into the fact that I myself am tired. Its a rather vicious cycle. I think it's past the point where I am supposed to 'sleep when he sleeps'. He's not even completely mobile and he can wear me out!

Getting old

I have found my first grey hair! I am rather upset about this. Perhaps it has been caused by Ryan. Ya know, all those sleepless nights and days and such. Oh, why oh why could not the grey hair fall out instead of the masses of normal brown hair?! Yes, I am molting it seems, but the grey clings with a vicious life of its own. Such cruelty is life, and getting old.

We are LAND OWNERS!

Well, we're not quite officially landowners yet. We are putting down earnest money so we can scramble to come up with the whole 10% by the end of December. I think we could do it within a few weeks, but I think it would be more wise if we took our time and didn't exhaust all savings and such. I am so excited! It's seven acres of undeveloped land, set back at the end of Krampota lane (a dead end street). Right up our road is a catfish farm that Ryan and Bill can go fishing at when Ryan gets big enough. Of course, we could also have a pond on our land if we wanted as well. It has tons of trees and all sorts of fun stuff that I can just envision, of course, with more money than we will ever have to actually build them. But I am hoping for a nice home, and a wonderful place for Ryan to be a boy. I saw evidence of children on the road, so he shouldn't be too lonely. When I go by later today, I will take pictures so I can share with all my enthusiasm. Yeah! Debt, here we come!

There seems to be a trend....

I have just looked over my website, and have found a recurring theme. Ryan is the only one ever posted. Not Ryan and Bill, or Ryan and me, or Bill and me, but just Ryan. The only reason Bill and I made it on is because I couldn't figure out how to post our picture like the Yu's. So instead I mistakenly posted our picture with the help of Hello, which I don't even need!

I have looked through our pictures, and this is the closest to getting us all in, but Ryan just doesn't look happy. Oh well, I'm sure he'll get used to his geeky parents making a fool over him before its all said and done.

And by the way, I am still waiting on a few phone calls. Its still my special day...You know who you are. (If you need another day, I think I can extend my birthday to tomorrow to accomodate all.)

Happy Birthday to ME!

I am such a kid when it comes to my birthday. I woke up this morning with Ryan, and before Bill could wish me a happy birthday I had to do it myself. I enjoy knowing this day is all about me (if Ryan lets me). Tonight Bill and I are going to dinner and Ryan is going to the babysitter's. I doubt we stay out very long, but it is still nice to enjoy a dinner without the screaming. It doesn't matter when dinner is, Ryan just seems to know when we sit down to eat that it is time to commence the crying.

Yesterday was Ryan's 4 month doctor visit, complete with a round of 4 shots. He has done surprisingly well with them this time. Not too cranky, but still I am not taking too many chances and he is getting his doses of motrin and tylenol. He now weighs a whopping 16.6 lbs and is 26 inches long. He's HUGE!